Drinks are on me!

Birth status was very important in his natal pack. If you were the child of an Alpha pair, you were better valued and trained with better teachers. Bastards were treated with contempt and shunned from the society, but not necessarily not allowed to pursue 'better' jobs such as messenger or general. Some of the best leaders were bastards as far as he was concerned, and therefore proved that just because you were a child of a leader did not mean you inherited their leading abilities. He was glad that being a bastard did not matter in this pack. None of his past did anymore. The Roman could only hope things were just as good with his sister, but the chance of that was slim.

If Arverk did not have spirit, he would have died long ago, thrown into pits for sacrifices to gods or abandoned by some mountain. Thank the gods he had been a child of a high rank, therefore he hadn't been brutally murdered in that kind of manner. "Perhaps," the whale said with a small smile and a shrug. "I'll probably go for Outrider," Arverk said, blue eyes drifting back to the scenery below. Exploring was in his blood, and more than once, he had been plagued by wanderlust, it was the perfect trade for him, other than Warrior and Warden.

"Yeah, we should," Arverk replied with a grin. "Don't risk opening old wounds eh?" while that might be scorned in Palatine Plains for a weakness, he knew that if Iqniq was to fight and defend the pack, he had to be healthy and strong. Ripping over old wounds because of a friendly spar was not a good enough reason for such damage. "It better be."